Deep sympathy and observation of the depressed and compassion in deeper mind I think came into a poem of the rag picker which I repeated in reading and its word vibration and accuracy felt it so great and wonderful.
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A very close observation has resulted in such a wonderful creation that keeps resounding within soul-walls.. as feeble sobbing or painful imploring or what... can't make out yet, but this particular 'rag picker' moves drooping.. propped on a shabby shaven staff into some shaded track of destiny, it seems to me. Your soul and pen has done proved its mastery once again, i 'm sure. God Bless.
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A rag picker with a sack on his back
Picking up today’s treasure
From yesterday’s discarded trash
Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure...

Ending with captivating line..very true said...
He helps you turn your sobs into a song’....I loved reading each lines...you have captured very well the life of ragpicker...I also wrote long back on ragpicker, but incomplete yet, so I didnt post till now.
Loved reading it.
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This is beautiful Valsa! Picking up today’s treasure/From yesterday’s discarded trash these are striking lines indeed, there's something profound about this sort of action, though its one that would make many people cringe. And the verse as also lovely, especially the line ‘He helps you turn your sobs into a song.’ We're all here for a reason, so who knows if we might be this for someone. On another level though, it's not realizing how lucky we are until we see someone less fortunate, yet they're more resilient than us! I guess it just goes to show, life really is what you make it.

This rag picker may first wet our eyes and dry our hearts. But then he instills a feeling of hope and direction.In the highly duplicated world of smaller and insignificant identities these sharp original sketches bear the shades of introspection for many of us.I often wonder however, why man alone is ill fated to have such contrasting phases in life. A poem that can linger about our thoughts even after many rains and mornings.Here goes my 10 for you madam.
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A life of simplicity and acceptance of knowing who he is as a rag picker looking for treasure in the trash, he is rich in not having to dance to any tune, he writes his own song that is about a free spirit who doesn't conform to societies rules!
Such a beautiful, haunting account of his daily life with superb lines! !
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I just love this excellent penning, Valsa! Exquisitely, you narrate the story of a very beautiful spirit trapped within the body of a human being - an Angel in disguise! The deprivation of poverty, the lack of Ego, the abandonment of dignity, are all highlighted through excellent word choice in this extremely poignant inking. The imagery is haunting, it will remain in my mind long after I have read your poem, dear. This is a beautiful tribute to the lovely gentleman who inspired it and I wish you could recite it to him one day, evening. It would bring tears to his eyes to know that he had inspired you, but it would also give him back a little of the dignity which he has lost along The Path Of Life, through its misfortunes. A privilege to read, dear Valsa! Thank you for sharing. Blessings for a very lovely, happy, peaceful, relaxed weekend - enjoy!
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Yash... I feel proud and happy about you... not because you sang a song of praise on my poem.... but because of the heightened vision of life you have developed at this tender age. A young group humane enough to see the
suffering of the marginalized and the deprived with empathy and is willing to atone for the indifference and insensitiveness of many others is indeed a promise to the future! Though perhaps we may not be able to do much for them....... yet an attitude of sympathy, of compassionate love will go a long way in changing the attitude of a generation that counts a man's worth only in terms of riches and possessions! Thanks!

Shahzia, I feel honoured in adding this poem to your favourite list..... Thank you so much!
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I am again here to review this wonderful piece....But I fear I may not do justice with your efforts! ..................
Rag pickers, are a prominent part of our society, though they do, the so called-Lowly work or scavenging, his worth is known to mankind, but then too, he is rewarded with inhumanity.............
Since yore people have been borrowing words of wisdom and advice from saints, prophets and teachers, but even a poor rag picker can teach you values like self-respect and pride.............
.....He teaches you not to complain in life, and reward each person with gratitude and smile................for every rag he dwells upon, he thanks people who left it for him, , , , , , , ...........he has survived the torture of time, and his self-respect doesn't allow him to beg.............................
.......******.If the poor fellow could read he would bow and kiss your legs Valsa., ......Not appreciating this poetry is injustice to my poetic ability................none could spot the values of life in a frail rag picker, ...........Its you who looked out for a person, whom the people consider an eye sore.....................salute******
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......dear valsa, sure yash is right...I love all of the poem... and so far every poem of yours I have read...I truly love...you never fail to disappoint me......when I read the first stanza, these two lines in particular
~The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
.........I felt happiness and glee...
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